Sunday, May 17, 2009

It Comes Down to This:

What will really be best for me?

To leave my family and friends here:
to be with family there and make more new friends?

The job sounds so much easier there.
I would so much miss my Oliver!

Saturday, May 16, 2009

A Moving Experience

Two years I've been in Walla Walla. Two years already! My heart has been completely taken by one little boy. Having opportunity to 'drop in' on my daughter and her family is priceless.

My job here? Less than pleasant by a long way. It makes me feel my 'oldness.' I'm so exhausted when I get home, I fall asleep on the couch by 7, waking up just in time to go to bed. What kind of life is that? I've attempted making changes to take care of myself through diet and exercise and have failed more miserably than ever. The weather here, true to my memory of my college experience, has proved itself to my expectations (dreadful in winter, dust storms, hot-hot-hot in summer, but beautiful autumn and spring.

Yet, I have found a place for myself here. I've come to appreciate and work with most of my colleagues at work and enjoy their camaraderie. I've overcome the scrutiny of the principal (she's leaving!) and feel at least a small part of the school community. I've learned more about the Walla Walla Community, though I'm not too participatory. I've become, well, settled here.

Even so, I put in motion a chance at a job in Colorado, where my dad lives. Why? The job sounds so much better than the one I have here; one I can handle with more grace (Pray for me on this one!). I feel responsibility toward helping my dad transition to more care as he ages, despite his negative, argumentative behavior. Dying alone just seems way too much. I have my dear, dear aunt and cousin there. I would dearly enjoy being close to them. My aunt's husband (uncle) and my male cousin? Not so much. They are in their own macho world, but i don't think I'd have too much to do with either of them.

So, it comes down to whether I take the job and move once again. The pros and cons are:

*Colorado is beautiful vs: *leaving the Pacific NW and the beach
*Aunt and cousin vs: *Leaving CEO family
*New job I can handle better vs: *Having to continue my disagreeable job here
*local shopping mall vs. little shopping choices here locally
*Higher living expenses there vs: *Just starting to get my financial feet under me.
*Being lowest on job security totem pole there vs: 2 years seniority here.
*less variety of health food there vs: lots of variety here
*less opportunity for a variety of beautiful sacred music in concert plus (radio/TV stations) and up-to-date church services there
* In Co I'd be close to dad to help him without making 'crisis' trips from here to there
* Being geographically 1/2 way between ACE and CEO
*better medical facilities for myself there vs: here

I don't really know how to weigh these to see how the scale tips. Would some of you offer your wise advice please? One of the most important questions are, which famiy piece should I focus on: aging parents or children and grandchildren?

I have to let them know by next Wednesday.

Friday, May 01, 2009

Found in an old file

Through the years I've collected tidbits that have inspired me, made me laugh or seemed to fit my current circumstances. I found that file tonight and thought you'd enjoy a couple of items. I don't know where many of them came from, as they are usually copied in large print...probably to hang on some office cubicle wall somewhere.

1."A well adjusted person is one who makes the same mistake twice without getting nervous."

2."Lord, Help me to meet this self-imposed and totally unnecessary challenge."

3. "Once upon a time there was this little nonconforming sparrow who decided not to fly south for the winter. But, when it got really cold, he decided he'd better head south. Well, the farther he flew, the colder it got and soon, so much ice formed on his wings that he fell to the ground.

Just as he'd decided that he was done for, a cow came along and dropped a patty on him. He just knew he was done for then, but all of a sudden he started warming up, his wings thawed out and he felt so good he started singing!

Well, a cat came along, heard the singing, dug him out and ate him.

The Moral to the Story:
1. Those who poop on you are not always your enemy.
2. Those who get you out of the poop are not always your friend
3. If you're in poop and happy.....KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT!"